The Black Eyed Peas - Gone Going

Johnny wanna be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money, buy a fancy car
A big old house and an alligator
Just to match with them alligator shoes
He's a rich man so he's no longer singing the blues
He's singing songs about material things
And platinum rings and watches that go bling
But, diamonds don't bling in the dark
He a star now, but he ain't singing from the heart
Sooner or later he's just gonna fall apart
Coz his fans can't relate to his new found art
He ain't doing what he did from the start
And that's puttin' in some feeling and thought
He decided to live his life shallow
Cash in his love for material
And it's gone...

[Chorus]
Gone, going
Gone, everything gone, give a damn...
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
Gone people, up awkward with their things, gone

You see yourself in the mirror
And you feel safe coz it looks familiar
But you afraid to open up your soul
Coz you don't really know, don't really know
Who is, the person that's deep within
Coz you are content with just being the name brand man
And you fail to see that its trivial
Insignificant, you addicted to material

I've seen your kind before
Your the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
Packaged up with inscent sticks
With them vegetarian meals
To you that's righteous
You're fiction like books
You need to go out to life and look
Coz... what happens when they take your material
You already sold your soul
And it's gone... [Chorus]
Gone, going
Gone, everything gone, give a damn...
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
Gone people, up awkward with their things, gone

You say that time is money and money is time
So you got mind in your money and your money on your mind
But what about... that crime that you did to get paid
And what about... that bit, "you can't take it to your grave"
Why you on about those shoes you'll wear today
They'll do no good on the bridges you burnt along the way

All that money that you got gonna be gone
That gear that you rock gonna be gone
The house up on the hill gonna be gone
The gold purse on your grill gonna be gone
The ice on your wrist gonna be gone
That nice little Miss gonna be gone
That whip that you roll gonna be gone
And what's worst is your soul already gone

[Chorus]
Gone, going
Gone, everything gone, give a damn...
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
Gone people, up awkward with their things, gone